Category: Sorrow Poems

I am scared, I feel sick, I close my eyes, I open them and scream. I cry inside, I wait, wait, wait, The suspense is killing me, My baby brother is in there. Dying, dying, dying, Why don’t they let me see him, Mom and dad are going to kill me, I went inside to

Sorrow came today, And left me full of shame, It’s right down here inside of me, A feeling of disdain. We cannot all defend ourselves, As do the mighty foe, Please rid me of this emptiness, Just let this sorrow go. Here in the twilight hour, I feel like I could die; When sorrow comes

Tell me that love returns, To break the silent waves of pain; Those large imperious waves of pain, In the vast ocean of sorrow. Tell me that love returns, To catch the falling stars; Those bright imperious sparks of stars, Withing the vast sky of sorrow. Tell me that love returns, To mend this broken

Sorrow comes and goes in life, Tears come in the eyes. When we are very alone, Nobody is with us. Life seems to be very lonely, Sometimes sorrow makes us laugh, Sometime sorrow makes us weep. When there is no happiness in life, Sorrow makes our life very restless, There are a few moments of

A heart that feels, Such a great pain, Bond by restraints and chains. Ready to roam free, Like a lion untamed, To find something, More then sorrow, And pain. To find joy, Even a shot at love, Another heart, That could, Heal the scares that, This heart bears. A heart that’s strong, One that’s not

Yes, I have loved with love, That was more than love, More than love, Drove myself mad with this love With this love, Hoping to catch a glimpse of my love my love, Just seeing was not enough for me seeing my love, My love, So I met her, my true love, And so true

I’ll be sorrow tomorrow, With me myself and I. I’ll be sorrow tomorrow, Holding myself while I cry. I’ll be sorrow tomorrow, While lying sleepless in my bed. I’ll be sorrow the next day as one thought haunts my head. And when I finally rest my lids and cease my icy breath, That one thought

In sorrow, She mourns her beloved son, What’s next to follow, No one knows. In sorrow, He mourns his beloved daughter, What’s next to follow, His heart is hollow. In sorrow, She mourns her beloved husband, What’s next to follow, She is now a widow. In sorrow, He mourns his beloved wife, What’s next to